Monday, April 2, 2012

Of Bones and Desert Stares

If I wiped your tears with glass
And kissed your pain with fire
I'd kiss it so hard your breath
Would spark a depth to these wires
If I wasn't pathetic
You wouldn't have said it;
You wouldn't regret it
And I'd be up in arms.
If you've been hurt by yourself
Behind someone else
You just might have felt
The faults in our scars.
If fear is the heart of love
And time is a gift of death
I'll wait in the vacant sand
And mourn the time we have left.

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